Lestat’s jugular

Eight ball cracks
Her nose, spilling red
On her jaw

She stirs blood
Into jack and coke,
Quaffs it back

Dreams of days
She aroused Lestat’s
Jugular.

Reviews

[Hayley]

Forgive me if I'm wrong, but are you referring to the character from Interview with the Vampire? Your imagery is very vampiric, leading me to my conclusion. Is your protagonist a vampire as well, given that she is drinking blood with her alcohol? It's very powerful imagery, horror mixed with longing all at once. I would love to see more poems set in this universe.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Yes, I was kind of imagining that little girl they made a vampire, but pretending she was grown up, and hooked on crack, longing for Lestat’s jugular, to take her revenge for making her her